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Thrice, rushing furious, at the chief he struck; Rouse all thy Trojans, urge thy aids to fight;
His blazing buckler thrice Apollo shook : 530 These claim thy thoughts by day, thy watch by night:
He tried the fourth; when, breaking from the cloud, With force incessant the brave Greeks oppose;
A more than mortal voice was heard aloud: Such cares thy friends deserve, and such thy foes.
O son of Tydens, cease! le wise, and see

Stung to the heart the generous Hector hears; 601
How vast the difference of the gods and thee; But just reproof with decent silence bears.
Distance immense! between the powers that shine From his proud car the prince impetuous springs,
Above, eternal, deathless, and divine,

On earth he leaps; his brazen armour rings. And mortal man! a wretch of humble birth, Two shining spears are brandish'd in his hands; A short-lived reptile in the dust of earth.

Thus arm'd, he animates his drooping bands, So spoke the god who darts celestial fires : Revives their ardour, turns their steps from flight, He dreads his fury, and some steps retires. 540 And wakes anew the dying flames of fight. Then Phæbus bore the chief of Venus' race They turn, they stand, the Greeks their fury dare, To Troy's high fane, and to his holy place; Condense their powers, and wait the growing war. Latona there and Phæbe heal'd the wound,

As when, on Ceres' sacred floor, the swain 611
With vigour arm'd him, and with glory crown'd. Spreads the wide fan to clear the golden grain,
This done, the patron of the silver bow

And the light chaff, before the breezes borne,
A phantom raised, the same in shape and show Ascends in clouds from off the beapy corn;
With great Æneas ; such the form he bore, The grey dust, rising with collected winds,
And such in fight the radiant arms he wore. Drives o'er the barn, and whitens all the hinds :
Around the spectre bloody wars are waged,

So white with dust the Grecian host appears,
And Greece and Troy with clashing shields engaged. From trampling steeds, and thundering charioteers;
Meantime on Nion's tower Apollo stood, 551 The dusky clouds from labour'd earth arise.
And, calling Mars, thus urged the raging god : And roll in smoking volumes to the skies. 620

Stern power of arms, by whom the mighty fall; Mars hovers o'er them with his sable shield;
Who bathest in blood, and shak'st the embattled wall, And adds new horrors to the darken'd field :
Rise in thy wrath ! to hell's abhorr'd abodes Pleased with his charge, and ardent to fulfil,
Dispatch yon Greek, and vindicate the gods. In Troy's defence, Apollo's heavenly will:
First rosy Venus felt his brutal rage;

Soon as from fight the blue-eyed maid retires,
Me next he charged, and dares all heaven engage: Each Trojan bosom with new warmth he fires.
The wretch would brave high heaven's immortal sire, And now the god, from forth his sacred fane,
His triple thunder, and his bolts of fire. 560 Produced Æneas to the shouting train;
The god of battle issues on the plain,

Alive, unharm'd, with all his peers around,
Stirs all the ranks, and fires the Trojan train; Erect he stood, and vigorous from his wound: 630
In form like Acamas, the Thracian guide,

Inquiries none they made; the dreadful day Enraged, to Troy's retiring chiefs he cried : No pause of words admits, no dull delay;

How long, ye sons of Priam! will ye fly, Fierce Discord storms, Apollo loud exclaims, And unrevenged see Priam's people die ?

Fame calls, Mars thunders, and the field 's in flames. Still unresisted shall the foe destroy,

Stern Diomed with either Ajax stood, And stretch the slaughter to the gates of Troy? And great Ulysses, bathed in hostile blood. Lo brave Æneas sinks beneath his wound,

Embodied close, the labouring Grecian train Not godlike Hector more in arms renown'd. 570 The fiercest shock of charging hosts sustain. Haste all, and take a generous warrior's part: Unmoved and silent, the whole war they wait, He said ; new courage swell’d each hero's heart. Serenely dreadful, and as fix'd as fate.

640 Sarpedon first his ardent soul express'd,

So when the embattled clouds in dark array,
And, turn'd to Hector, these bold words address'd: Along the skies their gloomy lines display ;

Say, chief! is all thy ancient valour lost ? When now the North his boisterous rage has spent,
Where are thy threats, and where thy glorious boast, And peaceful sleeps the liquid element;
That propp'd alone by Priam's race should stand The low-hung vapours, motionless and still,
Troy's sacred walls, por need a foreign hand ? Rest on the summits of the shaded hill;
Now, now thy country calls her wonted friends, Till the mass scatters as the winds arise,
And the proud vaunt in just derision ends : 580 Dispersed and broken through the ruffled skies.
Remote they stand, while alien troops engage,

Nor was the general wanting to his train;
Like trembling hounds before the lion's rage. From troop to troop he toils through all the plain.
Far distant hence I held my wide command, Ye Greeks, be men! the charge of battle bear; 651
Where foaming Xanthus laves the Lycian land, Your brave associates and yourselves revere !
With ample wealth (the wish of mortals) blest, Let glorious acts more glorious acts inspire,
A beauteous wife, and infant at her breast;

And catch from breast to breast the noble fire! With those I left whatever dear could be ;

On valour's side the odds of combat lie, Greece, if she conquers, nothing wins from me. The brave live glorious, or lamented die; Yet first in fight my Lycian bands I cheer The wretch who trembles in the field of fame, And long to meet this mighty man ye fear; 590 Meets death, and worse than death, eternal shame. While Hector idle stands, nor bids the brave

These words he seconds with his flying lance, Their wives, their infants, and their altars save. To meet whose point was strong Deicoon's chance.' Haste, warrior, haste! preserve thy threaten'd state ; Æneas' friend, and in his native place

661 Or one vast burst of all-involving fate

Honour'd and loved like Priam's royal race: Full o'er your towers shall fall, and sweep away

Long had he fought the foremost in the field, Sons, sires, and wives, an undistinguish'd prey. But now the monarch's lance transpierced his shield,

His shield too weak the furious dart to stay,

Tydides pansed amidst his full career; Through his broad belt the weapon forced its way; Then first the hero's manly breast knew fear. The grizly wound dismiss'd his soul to hell, As when some simple swain his cot forsakes, His arms around him rattled as he fell.

And wide through fens an unknown journey takes; Then fierce Æneas, brandishing his blade, If chance a swelling brook his passage stay, In dust Orsilochus and Crethon laid,

670 And foam impervious cross the wanderer's way, Whose sire Diöcleus, wealthy, brave, and great, Confused he stops, a length of country past, In well-built Pheræ held his lofty seat:

Eyes the rough waves, and, tired, returns at last: Sprung from Alpheus' plenteous stream, that yields Amazed po less the great Tydides stands ; 740 Increase of harvests to the Pylian fields.

He stay'd, and, turning, thus address'd his bands: He got Orsilochus, Diocleus he,

No wonder, Greeks! that all to Hector yield; And these descended in the third degree.

Secure of favouring gods, he takes the field; Too early expert in the martial toil,

His strokes they second, and avert our spears : In sable ships they left their native soil,

Behold where Mars in mortal arms appears!
To avenge Atrides : now, untimely slain,

Retire then, warriors, but sedate and slow;
They fell with glory on the Phrygian plain. 680 Retire, but with your faces to the foe.
So two young mountain lions, nursed with blood Trust not too much your unavailing might;
In deep recesses of the gloomy wood,

"Tis not with Troy, but with the gods ye fight. Rush fearless to the plains, and uncontrollid

Now near the Greeks the black battalions drew; Depopulate the stalls, and waste the fold;

And first two leaders valiant Hector slew ! 751 Till pierced at distance from their native den, His force Anchialus and Mnesthes found, O'erpower'd they fall beneath the force of men. In every art of glorious war renown'd; Prostrate on earth their beauteous bodies lay, In the same car the chiefs to combat ride, Like mountain firs, as tall and straight as they. And fought united, and united died, Great Menelaus views with pitying eyes,

Struck at the sight, the mighty Ajax glows Lifts his bright lance, and at the victor flies; 690 With thirst of vengeance, and assaults the foeg Mars urged him on; yet, ruthless in his hate, His massy spear with matchless fury sent, The god but urged him to provoke his fate. Through Amphius' belt and heaving belly went : He thus advancing, Nestor's valiant son

Amphius Apæsus' happy soil possess'd,

760 Shakes for his danger, and neglects his own : With herds abounding, and with treasures bless'd; Struck with the thought, should Helen's lord be But fate resistless from his country led slain,

The chief, to perish at his people's head. And all his country's glorious labours vain. Shook with his fall, his brazen armour rung; Already met, the threatening heroes stand; And fierce, to seize it, conquering Ajax sprung; The spears already tremble in their hand:

Around his head an iron tempest rain'd; In rush'd Antilochus, his aid to bring,

A wood of spears his ample shield sustain'd; And fall or conquer by the Spartan king. 700 Beneath one foot the yet warm corpse he press'd, These seen, the Dardan backward turn'd his course, And drew bis javelin from the bleeding breast. Brave as he was, and shunn'd unequal force. He could no more; the showering darts denied 770 The breathless bodies to the Greeks they drew, To spoil his glittering arms and plumy pride. Then mix in combat, and their toils renew.

Now foes on foes came pouring on the fields, First, Pylæmenes, great in battle, bled,

With bristling lances, and compacted shields; Who, sheath'd in brass, the Paphlagonians led. Till, in the steely circle straiten'd round, Atrides mark'd him where sublime he stood; Forced he gives way, and sternly quits the ground. Fix'd in his throat, the javelin drank his blood. While thus they strive, Tlepolemus the great, The faithful Mydon, as he turn'd from fight, Urged by the force of unresisted fate, His flying coursers, sunk to endless night: 710 Burns with desire Sarpedon's strength to prove, A broken rock by Nestor's son was thrown; Alcides' offspring meets the son of Jove. His bended arm received the falling stone,

Sheath'd in bright arms each adverse chief came on, From his numb'd hand the ivory-studded reins, Jove's great descendant, and his greater son. 781 Dropp'd in the dust, are trail'd along the plains Prepared for combat, ere the lance he toss'd, Meanwhile his temples feel a deadly wound; The daring Rhodian vents his haughty boast : He groans in death, and pondrous sinks to ground; What brings this Lycian counsellor so far, Deep drove his helmet in the sands, and there To tremble at our arms, not mix in war? The head stood fix'd, the quivering legs in air, Know thy vain self; nor let their flattery move, Till trampled flat beneath the coursers' feet : Who style thee son of cloud-compelling Jove. The youthful victor mounts his empty seat, 720 How far unlike those chiefs of race divine ! And bears the prize in triumph to the fleet :

How vast the difference of their deeds and thine ! Great Hector saw, and raging at the view, Jove got such heroes as my sire, whose soul 790 Pours on the Greeks; the Trojan troops pursue:

No fear could daunt, nor earth nor hell controul ; He fires his host with animating cries,

Troy felt his arm, and yon proud ramparts stand And brings along the furies of the skies.

Raised on the ruins of his vengeful hand : Mars, stern destroyer! and Bellona dread,

With six small ships, and but a slender train, Flame in the front, and thunder at their head: He left the town a wide-deserted plain. This swells the tumult and the rage of fight; But what art thou ? who deedless look'st around, That shakes a spear that casts a dreadful light. While unrevenged thy Lycians bite the ground; Where Hector march'd the god of battle shined, 730 Small aid to Troy thy feeble force can be, Now storm'd before him, and now raged behind. But, wert thou grcater, thou must yield to me.

Pierced by my spear, to endless darkness go! 800|Next Enomaus, and Enops' offspring died;
I make this present to the shades below.

Oresbius last fell groaning at their side;
The son of Hercules, the Rhodian guide, Oresbius in his painted mitre gay,

870 Thus haughty spoke. The Lycian king replied : In fat Bæotia held his wealthy sway,

Thy sire, O prince ! o'erturn'd the 'Trojan state, Where lakes surround low Hylè's watery plain, Whose perjured monarch well deserved his fate; A prince and people studious of their gain. Those heavenly steeds the hero sought so far, The carnage Juno from the skies survey'd, False he detain'd, the just reward of war.

And touch'd with grief, bespoke the blue-eyed maid: Nor so content, the generous chief defied,

Oh sight accursed ! shall faithless Troy prevail, With base reproaches and unmanly pride.

And shall our promise to our people fail ? But you, unworthy the high race you boast, 810 How vain the word to Menelaus given Shall raise my glory when thy own is lost :

By Jove's great daughter and the queen of heaven, Now meet thy fate, and by Sarpedon slain,

Beneath his arms that Priam's towers should fall; 880 Add one more ghost to Pluto's gloomy reign. If warring gods for ever guard the wall !

He said: both javeling at an instant flow; Mars, red with slaughter, aids our hated foes : Both struck, both wounded; but Sarpedon's slew : Haste, let us arm, and force with force oppose ! Full in the boaster's neck the weapon stood, She spoke : Minerva burns to meet the war: Transfix'd his throat, and drank the vital blood; And now heaven's empress calls her blazing car. The soul disdainful seeks the caves of night, At her command rush forth the steeds divine; And his seal'd eyes for ever lose the light.

Rich with immortal gold their trappings shine. Yet not in vain, Tlepolemus, was thrown 820 Bright Hebé waits; by Hebé, ever young, Thy angry lance; which, piercing to the bone

The wbirling wheels are to the chariot hung. Sarpedon's thigh, had robb’d the chief of breath: On the bright axle turns the bidden wheel 890 But Jove was present, and forbade the death.

Of sounding brass; the polish'd axle steel. Borne from the conflict by his Lycian throng, Eight brazen spokes in radiant order flame; The wounded hero dragg'd the lance along. The circles gold, of uncorrupted frame, (His friends, each busied in his several part, Such as the heavens produce: and round the gold Through haste, or danger, had not drawn the dart.) Two brazen rings of work divine were roll’d. The Greeks with slain Tlepolemus retired; The bossy naves of solid silver shone; Whose fall Ulysses view'd, with fury fired; Braces of gold suspend the moving throne : Doubtful if Jove's great son he should pursue, 830 The car behind an arching figure bore; Or pour his vengeance on the Lycian crew. The bending concave form'd an arch before ; But heaven and fate the first design withstand, Silver the beam, the extended yoke was gold,

900 Nor this great death must grace Ulysses's hand. And golden reins the immortal coursers hold. Minerva drives him on the Lycian train;

Herself, impatient, to the ready car, Alastor, Cromjus, Halius, strew'd the plain,

The coursers join, and breathes revenge and war. Alcander, Prytanis, Noëmon fell:

Pallas disrobes ; ber radiant veil untied, And numbers more his sword had sent to hell, With flowers adorn'd, with art diversified, But Hector saw ; and furious at the sight,

(The labour'd veil her heavenly fingers wove,) Rush'd terrible amidst the ranks of fight.

Flows on the pavement of the court of Jove. With joy Sarpedon view'd the wish'd relief, 840 Now heaven's dread arms her mighty limbs invest, And, faint, lamenting, thus implored the chief: Jove's cuirass blazes on her ample breast; Oh suffer not the foe to bear away

Deck'd in sad triumph for the mournful field, 910 My helpless corpse, an unassisted prey;

O'er her broad shoulders hangs his horrid shield, If I, unbless'd, must see my son no more,

Dire, black, tremendous! Round the margin rollid, My much-loved consort, and my native shore, A fringe of serpents hissing guards the gold : Yet let me die in Ilion's sacred wall;

Here all the terrors of grim war appear, Troy, in whose cause I fell, shall mourn my fall. Here rages Force, here tremble Flight and Fear,

He said ; nor Hector to the chief replies, Here storm'd Contention, and here Fury frown'd, But shakes his plume, and fierce to combat flies; And the dire orb portentous Gorgon crown'd. Swift as a whirlwind, drives the scattering foęs, 850 The massy golden helm she next assumes, And dyes the ground with purple as he goes.

That dreadful nods with four o'ershading plumes, Bencath a becch, Jove's consecrated shade,

the broad circumference contains 920 His mournful friends divine Sarpedon laid: A hundred armies on a hundred plains. Brave Pelagon, his favourite chief, was nigh, The goddess thus the imperial car ascends, Who wrench'd the javelin from his sinewy thigh. Shook by her arm the mighty javelin bends, The fainting soul stood ready wing'd for flight, Ponderous and huge; that, when her fury burns, And o'er his eye-balls swam the shades of night; Proud tyrants humbles, and whole hosts o'erturns. But Borcas rising fresh, with gentle breath,

Swift at the scourge the ethereal coursers fly, Recall'd his spirit from the gates of death.

While the smooth chariot cuts the liquid sky. The generous Greeks recede with tardy pace, 860 Heaven's gates spontaneous open to the powers, Though Mars and Hector thunder in their face; Heaven's golden gates, kept by the winged Hours; None turn their backs to mean ignoble flight, Commission'd in alternate watch thy stand, 930 Slow they retreat, and e'en retreating fight. The sun's bright portals and the skies command, Who first, who last, by Mars' and Hector's hand, Involve in clouds the eternal gates of day, Stretch'd in their blood, lay gasping on the sand ?

Or the dark barrier roll with ease away. Teuthras the great, Orestes the renown'd

The sounding hinges ring: on either side For managed steeds, and Treclus press'd the ground; The gloomy volumes, pierced with light, divide.

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The chariot mounts, where deep in ambient skies There braved, and vanquish'd many a hardy knight; Confused, Olympus' hundred heads arise,

Such nerves I gave him, and such force in fight.
Where far apart the Thunderer fills his throne ; Thou too no less hast been my constant care ;
O'er all the gods superior and alone.

Thy hands I arm'd, and sent thee forth to war:
There with her snowy hand the queen restrains 940 But thee or fear deters or sloth detains ;
The fiery steeds, and thus to Jove complains : No drop of all thy father warms thy veins.
O sire ! can no resentment touch thy soul ?

The chief thus answer'd mild : Immortal maid! Can Mars rebel, and does no thunder roll?

I own thy presence, and confess thy aid. 1011
What lawless rage on yon forbidden plain! Not fear, thou know'st, withholds me from the plains,
What rash destruction! and what heroes slain ! Nor sloth hath seized me, but thy word restrains;
Venns, and Phæbus with the dreadful bow, From warring gods thou bad'st me turn my spear,
Smile on the slaughter, and enjoy my woe. And Venus only found resistance here.
Mad, furious power! whose unrelenting mind Hence, goddess! heedful of thy high commands,
No god can govern, and no justice bind.

Loath I gave way, and warn'd our Argive bands:
Say, mighty father! shall we scourge his pride, 950 For Mars, the homicide, these eyes beheld,
And drive from fight the impetuous homicide? With slaughter red, and raging round the field.

To whom assenting, thus the Thunderer said: Then thus Minerva : Brave Tydides, hear! 1020 Go! and the great Minerva be thy aid,

Not Mars himself, nor aught immortal, fear. To tame the monster-god Minerva knows,

Full on the god impel thy foaming horse ; And oft afflicts his brutal breast with woes.

Pallas commands, and Pallas lends thee force. He said : Saturnia, ardent to obey,

Rash, furious, blind, from these to those he fries, Lash'd her white steeds along the aërial way. And every side of wavering combat tries; Swift down the steep of heaven the chariot rolls, Large promise makes, and breaks the promise made; Between the expanded earth and starry poles. Now gives the Grecians, now the Trojans aid. Far as a shepherd, from some point on high, 960 She said; and to the steeds approaching near, O'er the wide main extends his boundless eye; Drew from his seat the martial charioteer. Through such a space of air, with thundering sound, The vigorous power the trembling car ascends, 1030 At every leap the immortal coursers bound: Fierce for revenge; and Diomed attends. Troy now they reach'd, and touch'd those banks di- The groaning axle bent beneath the load; Where silver Simoïs and Scamander join. (vine, So great a hero, and so great a god. There Juno stopp'd (and her fair steeds unloosed,) She snatch'd the reins, she lash'd with all her force, Of air condensed a vapour circumfused

And full on Mars impell’d the foaming horse : For these, impregnate with celestial dew,

But first to hide her heavenly visage spread On Simoïs' brink ambrosial herbage grew.

Black Orcus' helmet o'er her radiant head. Thence to relieve the fainting Argive throng, 970 Just then gigantic Periphas lay slain, Smooth as the sailing doves, they glide along. The strongest warrior of the Ætolian train ;

The best and bravest of the Grecian band The god, who slew him, leaves his prostrate prize (A warlike circle) round Tydides stand:

Stretch'd where he fell, and at Tydides flies. 1011
Such was their look as lions bathed in blood, Now, rushing fierce, in equal arms appear,
Or foaming boars, the terror of the wood.

The daring Greek: the dreadful god of war!
Heaven's empress mingles with the mortal crowd, Full at the chicf, above his coursers' head,
And shouts, in Stentor's sounding voice, aloud; From Mars's arm the enormous weapon fled :
Stentor the strong, endued with brazen lungs, Pallas opposed her hand, and caused to glance
Whose throat surpass'd the force of fifty tongues : Far from the car, the strong immortal lance.

Inglorious Argives ! to your race a shame, 980 Then threw the force of Tydeus' warlike son;
And only men in figure and in name!

The javelin hiss'd; the goddess urged it op:
Once from the walls your timorous foes engaged, Where the broad cincture girt his armour round, 1050
While fierce in war divine Achilles raged;

It pierced the god; his groin received the wound.
Now issuing fearless they possess the plain, From the rent skin the warrior tugs again
Now win the shores, and scarce the seas remain. The smoking steel. Mars bellows with the pain :

Her speech new fury to their hearts convey'd; Loud as the roar encountering armies yield,
While near Tydides stood the Athenian maid; When shouting millions shake the thundering field.
The king beside his panting steeds she found, Both armies start, and trembling gaze around;
O'erspent with toil, reposing on the ground: And earth and heaven rebellow to the sound.
To cool his glowing wound he sat apart 990 As vapours blown by Auster's sultry breath,
(The wound inflicted by the Lycian dart;)

Pregnant with plagues, and shedding seeds of death,
Large drops of sweat from all his limbs descend, Beneath the rage of burning Sirius rise, 1060
Beneath his pondrous shield his sinews bend, Choke the parch'd earth, and blacken all the skies;
Whose ample belt, that o'er his shoulder lay, In such a cloud the god from combat driven,
He eased; and wash'd the clotted gore away. High o'er the dusty whirlwind scales the heaven.
The goddess leaning o'er the bending yoke, Wild with his pain, he sought the bright abodes.
Beside his coursers, thus her silence broke:

There sullen sat beneath the sire of gods, Degenerate prince! and not of Tydeus' kind, Show'd the celestial blood, and with a groan Whose little body lodged a mighty mind;

Thus pour'd his plaints before the immortal throne : Foremost he press'd in glorious toils to share, 1000 Can Jove, supine, flagitious facts survey, And scarce refrain'd when I forbade the war. And brook the furies of this daring day? Alone, unguarded, once he dared to go

For mortal men celestial powers engage, 1070 And feast, encircled by the Theban foe;

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From thee, O father! all these ills we bear,

nus, prevails upon Paris to return to the battle; and And thy fell daughter with the shield and spear :

taking a tender leave of his wife Andromache, hastens Thou gavest that fury to the realms of light,

again to the field. Pernicious, wild, regardless of the right.

The scene is first in the field of battle, between the rivers All heaven beside reveres thy sovereign sway,

Simois and Scamander, and then changes to Troy. Thy voice we hear, and thy behests obey : 'Tis hers to offend, and e'en offending share

BOOK VI. 'Thy breast, thy counsels, thy distinguish'd care:

Now heaven forsakes the fight, the immortals yield, So boundless she, and thou so partial grown,

1080 To human force and human skill, the field; Well may we deem the wondrous birth thy own. Dark showers of javelins fly from foes to foes : Now frantic Diomed, at her command,

Now here, now there, the tide of combat flows; Against the immortals lifts his raging hand: While Troy's famed streams,* that bound the dreadful The heavenly Venus first his fury found,

plain, Me next encountering, me he dared to wound; On either side run purple to the main. Vanquish'd I fled: e'en I, the god of fight,

Great Ajax first to conquest led the way, From mortal madness scarce was saved by flight. Broke the thick ranks, and turn'd the doubtful day, Else hadst thou seen me sink on yonder plain,

The Thracian Acamas his falchion found, Heap'd round, and heaving under loads of slain! And hewd the enormous giant to the ground: 10 Or, pierced with Grecian darts, for ages lie, 1090 His thundering arm a deadly stroke impress'd Condemn'd to pain, though fated not to die.

Where the black horse-hair nodded o'er his crest. Him thus upbraiding, with a wrathful look

Fix'd in his front the brazen weapon lies, The lord of thunders view'd, and stern bespoke:

And seals in endless shades his swimming eyes. To me, perfidious! this lamenting strain ?

Next Teuthras' son distain'd the sands with blood, Of lawless force shall lawless Mars complain ? Axylus, hospitable, rich, and good : Of all the gods who tread the spangled skies,

In fair Arisba's walls (his native place) Thou most unjust, most odious in our eyes !

He held his seat; a friend to human race. Inhuman discord is thy dire delight,

Fast by the road, his ever open door The waste of slaughter, and the rage of fight. Obliged the wealthy, and relieved the poor. 20 No bound, no law, thy fiery temper quells, 1100 To stern Tydides now he falls a prey, And all thy mother in thy soul rebels.

No friend to guard him in the dreadful day! In vain our threats, in vain our power we use, Breathless the good man fell, and by his side She gives the example, and her son pursues.

His faithful servant, old Calesius, died. Yet long the inflicted pangs thou shalt not mourn, By great Euryalus was Dresus slain, Sprung since thou art from Jove, and heavenly born; And next he laid Opheltius on the plain. Else, singed with lightning, hadst thou hence been Two twins were near, bold, beautiful, and young, thrown,

From a fair Naiad and Bucolion sprung: Where chain'd on burning rocks the Titans groan.

(Laomedon's white flocks Bucolion fed, Thus he who shakes Olympus with his nod:

That monarch's first-born by a foreign bed; 30 Then gave to Pæon's care the bleeding god.

In secret woods he won the Naiad's grace, With gentle hand the balm he pour'd around, 1110 And two fair infants crown'd his strong embrace.) And heal'd the immortal flesh, and closed the wound. Here dead they lay in all their youthful charms; As when the fig's press'd juice, infused in cream,

The ruthless victor stripp'd their shining arms. To curds coagulates the liquid stream,

Astyalus by Polypetes fell:
Sudden the fluids fix, the parts combined ;

Ulysses' spear Pidytes sent to hell :
Such, and so soon, the ethereal texture join'd. By Teucer's shaft brave Aretaön bled,
Cleansed from the dust and gore, fair Hebé dress'd And Nestor's son laid stern Ablerus dead.
His mighty limbs in an immortal vest.

Great Agamemnon, leader of the brave,
Glorious he sat, in majesty restored,

The mortal wound of rich Elatus gave,

Fast by the throne of heaven's superior lord. Who held in Pedasus his proud abode,
Juno and Pallas mount the bless'd abodes 1120 And till'd the banks where silver Satnio flow'd.
Their task perform'd, and mix among the gods.

Melanthius by Eurypylus was slain;
And Phylacus from Leitus flies in vain.

Unblest Adrastus next at mercy lies

Beneath the Spartan spear, a living prize.

Scared with the din and tumult of the fight,

His headlong steeds precipitate in tlight,
The Episodes of Glaucus and Diomed, and of Hector and Rush'd on a tamarisk's strong trunk, and broke

The shatter'd chariot from the crooked yoke. 50 The gods having left the field, the Grecians prevail. He Wide o'er the field, resistless as the wind,

lenus, the chief augur of Troy, commands Hector to For Troy they fly, and leave their lord behind. return to the city, in order to appoint a solemn pro- Prone on his face he sinks beside the wheel; Cession of the queen and the Trojan matrons to the Atrides o'er him shakes his vengeful steel; temple of Minerva, to entreat her to remove Diomed The fallen chief in suppliant posture press'd froin the fight. The battle relaxing during the absence of Hector, Glaucus and Diomed have an inter. The victor's knees, and thus his prayer addressid: view between the two armies; where coming to the

Oh, spare my youth! and for the life I owe knowledge of the friendship and hospitality past be. Large gifts of price my father shall bestow. tween their ancestors, they make exchange of their Hector having performed the orders of Hele. !

* Scamander and Simois.


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